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fic: hispania.

Posted on 2012.02.26 at 22:37
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Title: hispania.
Fandom: Spartacus: Blood and Sand
Characters: Barca, Pietros, Batiatus mentioned
Rating: PG-13
Summary: They escape to Hispania.
Author's Notes: Whoa. Okay, yes I cracked. I wrote Barca/Pietros. I'm probably going to be writing more SBS in the future because I had crazy fun with the minimal research this fic required. staringiscaring requested "Barca/Pietros, fix-it fic, they escape to Spain." for the Flash Fic Prompt-a-thon.

Pietros said, How could you not believe in the gods if you are sitting right here and you look exactly like the moon, and drew his fingers down Barca’s spine, sighed into the curve of his body and felt the thickness of the space between them inside his bones. Barca said, Let me tell you about godlessness, and kissed the corner of Pietros’ mouth with his finger brushing against the space between Pietros’ eyebrows.

When he is seventeen, Pietros is learning to adapt again and how to fit people into his life who he hadn’t planned for. He has been taken to many men’s beds before now, but being with Barca, he is finding, is an affirmation of existence he had never expected. If he can let Barca hold him the same way the gladiator can pick up a broad sword in gentle caress of purpose, then he can let himself believe that there is power in the way the human brain absorbs a thousand different beams of spinning kaleidoscopic light every second and still wonders if there isn’t something more he can do for the birds.

Barca said, I love you and I want to know you. Come here and we can make weather together, I can be a cyclone and you can be a rainstorm and we can collide and stick into one big beautiful destroyer of worlds. And Pietros touched his ribs one by one and said, I want you under my skin, I want you to buzz inside me like a locust on summer’s last breath.

Barca had people in Hispania once. A sister, a fierce warrior in her own right, run off with a nomad, what was left of Carthage’s history on the peninsula. Where or if he will find her is another matter, but it is as good a place to go as any. He speaks the languages, and he wants to put as much distance as possible between them and Capua. They are wanted men now, since Batiatus had made it clear that Barca’s freedom was a subject not to be broached again after the Ashur incident, but it is more than a concern for safety. Pietros has lived his life a slave in body and in mind to Rome, and Barca wants him to know that there are other ways. He wants him to know that many years before, as a young man of Carthage, his conquests were only called so in jest. He wants Pietros to know that his changing body means little to him. Though it pains him, he wants Pietros to know that he is free to leave him and pursue true desire, if what lies between them is not as Barca believes.

You look like scripture, said Barca, and Pietros drew circles in the space between his chest and stomach with careful questing fingernails.



heddychaa at 2012-02-27 04:13 (UTC) (Link)
absolutely lovely

thank you
lillium inter spinas
selonbrody at 2012-02-27 04:36 (UTC) (Link)
Thank you very much. :)
persephassax at 2012-02-28 19:14 (UTC) (Link)
if the sex on the TV lookedfeltsounded like this... that is to say, not much like sex at all. but closeness and transcendent and human, I would never complain.

How do you write these things? It is so unspeakably gorgeous.
lillium inter spinas
selonbrody at 2012-02-28 23:40 (UTC) (Link)
There is a reason I'm so fascinated by moments like the blow job scene in Mysterious Skin, where you don't even see the act itself, but instead the camera closes in on JGL's face for a good minute.

How do you write these things?

I sit back with a glass of wine and pretend I know shit.

Thanks Des - that made me smile lots.
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lillium inter spinas
selonbrody at 2012-03-04 18:20 (UTC) (Link)
Barca's still a character I'm trying to crack, since this only contains a snippet of insight and the sun is going down is from Pietros POV. I'm planning a Barca-centric fic soon, though, so I'm glad you liked this!
fatalit at 2012-08-28 17:13 (UTC) (Link)

Request for translation permission

I just left a comment to your wonderful vignette on the community, but I was wondering if I could ask for permission to translate your fic into Russian? If you will be so kind as to give permission, translation will be posted (with all the links to the original text and to your profile) on the Russian Spartacus comm here:
Thank you in advance!
lillium inter spinas
selonbrody at 2012-08-28 18:04 (UTC) (Link)

Re: Request for translation permission

Be my guest! I'd be flattered! And I'd also love it if I could have a link to the translation, as I happen to speak a little Russian myself!
fatalit at 2012-08-30 02:46 (UTC) (Link)

Re: Request for translation permission

Thank you for kindly giving the permission! Your beautiful text gave me a very nice challenge, as I tried my best to preserve the wonderful images (and kept musing about Barca and Pietros...). The translation is posted here, but it occurs to me that you may need to be registered to view it. If that's the case, I'll be more than happy to e-mail it to you or post in comments. I hope you approve! *trembles*

Completely off-topic: with Antonio Te Maioha's Maori roots, and with the locust image in your story, I found that an excellent background music for reading (and re-reading...) it was Kirie Te Kanawa's Tarakihi. It's on youtube and perhaps you've heard it.

Sorry for the long post, I'm just in love with Barca and Pietros - and you created such a powerful image of the two of them free and alive...

Edited at 2012-08-30 02:47 am (UTC)
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